"So let me get this straight- this demon lord just takes over you and goes around killing things if it doesn't get what it wants?" The gang leader asked. I hadn't noticed before but the guy hadn't shaved in days- poking hair- awfully skinny face- when was the last time he ate?
Still at the warehouse- still on top of the crate.
The gangsters were pretty much on the ground, sitting, legs crossed.
Like they were in a village class or something.
"Umh huhh!" A vigorous nod.
As much as I tried to act like a kid- I somehow acted the opposite instead.
Yet these buffoons just rolled with it.
There were exactly seventeen of them. And though a gang, they weren't actually gangsters.
Rather- they were all ex-soldiers- who were supposedly kicked out of the army because they boycotted the war.
Of course, the war still happened and they just lost their jobs instead.
